Tumblr Prompt:

Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips.
Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone.
Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.
Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.

Imagine this is set somewhere in the timeline of TGL, btw

"It's gonna be melted by the time you even take a bite," I scoffed, watching Sydney dubiously eye the pomegranate gelato that I was, as she so vehemently put it, forcing her to eat. This was absolute slander, of course. I won our little wager fair and square. She was just being a sore loser.

"It's weird with you watching me like this!" She exclaimed, cheeks flushing. I swear, she was the only person in the world who could get this flustered over eating two goddamned scoops of ice cream. I would have thought it was cute, if I didn't have my troubling theories about why she was so weird with food. I wasn't about to bring that up right now, though.

Instead, I flashed her a victorious smile. "I just want to enjoy my reward, after all."

Sydney sighed deeply, digging the spoon into the gelato with such dejection I couldn't help but laugh. She flashed me a deathly glare, then slowly, slowly, brought the spoon to her mouth. I watched as Sydney's rose colored lips curled delicately around the spoon, sucking the gelato off it in a way I could only describe a ssuggestive. Though I hardly thought that's what she was going for. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing again.

"You're enjoying this way too much," she shook her head, eyes still full of contempt. "Either you just really like torturing me or you've got some weird fetish with ice cream that you haven't told me about."

I laughed hard at that. God, Sage could be really funny when she wanted to. "Maybe it's a little bit of both," I gave her an overly cheesy wink, just to set her off. "Go on," I said, scooting the bowl closer to her. "One bite down, only a couple hundred more to go at the rate you're going." She dug the spoon into the gelato again, scooping up a much bigger amount.

"Oh yeah, that's what I'm talking about," I teased, making my voice sound hoarse. "And do it slower this time."

"Ugh!", was all she was able to manage. "You are so…so…ugh!" But she was smiling now too. It was hard to get a real smile out of Sage, and for some reason I always felt immense pleasure when I was able to do it. Her lips were turning a darker, almost purple color now, as she brought tiny spoonful after tiny spoonful to her lips, always taking her time to slowly suck the gelato from the spoon. As much as I was making a joke of it, Jesus, it was kind of hot. She had a cute little mouth. Pouty, soft lips. Well, they looked soft anyway. I wouldn't know. There were a lot of things I didn't know about her, though I wanted to. I wanted to know so much. Everything from her favorite song to what she wore to bed every night. I had to stop thinking about her like this, I knew that. But sometimes it was hard to rein in my fantasies. Like right now, for instance. Watching her seductively eat ice cream right in front of me was just a little too hard to deal with.

Afraid of what I'd start thinking about if I kept watching her suck on her spoon likethat, I let my gaze travel downward. She was actually wearing a sort of revealing top today. Well, revealing for Sage, anyway. It was a plain dark v-neck t shirt. But it fit slim to her body, actually showing off her small curves. What was hiding underneath that shirt? I imagined my hands sliding down to the hem of it, slowly lifting it over her head. I imagined her shivering as my fingers grazed her deliciously bare skin. She'd blush, probably. Shy. God, it would be so hot. I'd slide my hands down her bare sides and she'd sigh. I'd bring my hands to the front of her probably khaki pants. Unbutton. Unzip. Slide them down her thighs and hold her hips steady as she stepped out of them. And then she'd be in her underwear. I wondered what kind she wore. God. Stop it, Adrian. Stop thinking about Sage in her fucking underwear. She's sitting right in front of you!

But what if she was sitting right in front of you in her underwear? A traitorous voice in the back of my mind egged me on. I imagined her eating the gelato, just as she was now, except wearing nothing but a lacy bra and panties. I imagined the ice cream going all melty, accidentally dribbling onto her neck, her chest. I'd be no gentleman if I didn't help her clean herself up. With my mouth.

I looked up from my last bite of ice cream, ready to give Adrian a smug smile. He didn't think I'd be able to eat the whole thing. Ha. I may have felt like a beached whale right now, but at least I'd proved him wrong. And the gelato had been, as much as it pained me to admit, delicious.

When my eyes landed on Adrian's face, I was surprised to see his gaze had gone unfocused, eyes glazed over. For a terrifying second I worried he'd gone off the spirit rails, but he was looking right at me in a way that made my skin feel hot all over. "A-Adrian," I said, my voice inexplicably tight. His eyes slowly traveled back up to meet mine. My heart stuttered in my chest. I felt strangely exposed, naked, though it wasn't an altogether unpleasant sensation. I felt a tightness in my stomach coiling up, ready to snap.

"Adrian," I said again, willing the hot, buzzing sensations away. He blinked rapidly, seeming to snap out of his trance. But his gaze was still fixed on me, intently.

I swallowed the lump I didn't know was in my throat. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

He grinned wickedly. "I was imagining how sexy you'd look with ice cream dripping all down your chest." Then, he laughed. And I felt the rushing urge to smack him.

"You are so insufferable!" I spat, but I was laughing along with him. The ridiculousness of it was just too much. I knew he wasn't being serious, he was just saying it for the simple pleasure of pushing my buttons. "Keep me out of your depraved ice cream fantasies, thank you very much."

"I can't help myself," he chuckled. "I think I might need to go to Ice Cream Sex Addicts Anonymous."

"I'll make sure to set you up an appointment," I rolled my eyes, still smiling.

"Thanks for being so understanding, Sage." he frowned dramatically. "This is just so…hard…to deal with." He glanced downward. "Literally."

"There, there." I reached out and patted his shoulder, trying not to break character, but it was too hard not to laugh. I mean, the thought of Adrian being aroused by watching me eat ice cream was just…it was too funny. "You've already made it through your first round of exposure therapy."

He sighed deeply, shaking his head. "What would I do without you?"

"Die, probably." I smirked, the levity of the situation taking hold of me.

"How true," he nodded seriously.

"Alright, well, I did it." I said, tilting the empty bowl in front of me toward him to see.

"Do you want a medal?" Adrian teased.

"A congratulatory something would be nice." I noted, smirking.

"Next challenge," Adrian said, ignoring my request. He looked up, pondering. He looked back down to me, smiling. Eyeing me in that odd way that made my skin flush. Finally, he said, "I'll have to think on it."

I heaved a resigned sigh. Whatever Adrian was up to, I didn't like the sound of it. But I knew I was probably going to go along with it, regardless.